Sunday, April 23, 2006

Subtle Intimations


Her eyes
fixed on the bonfire
on the dune

My eyes
drawn to her
from the autumn shore

She's engaged,
entreating the flames
to a promenade

A detached specter
currently consumed
in vermilion wonder

She of the recklessness
ever so close
to veering off the edge

Hates to go to bed
Hates to get up
Desirous and consumed

Living on auxiliary
power, moving in
breakneck shadows

Lost in the
garble and gust
of an upsurged swell

And She
like all
lost people

Would never really
be lost at all
If only there could always be -


Fire

13 Comments:

Blogger Inkblot said...

much too close for comfort...

'breakneck shadows',veering off the edge- love the way the sense of slow destructive motion builds up to a pitch and then the pace descends again and gets lost... or is it subsumed(?) in that all important word.

3:42 AM  
Blogger transience said...

i'm a fire sign and reading that was jumping right into something hot and elusive.

5:34 AM  
Blogger Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

Reading between the hot vermillionl lines
words aflame
and burning questions

7:08 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

inkblot - That slow destructive motion will always be subsumed by its own inertia, I think.

transience - That's the dilemma. The fire being elusive, that is.

GEL - Words aflame are the best kind. Though one can't get too close.

11:19 AM  
Blogger blue rogue said...

Living on auxiliary
power, moving in
breakneck shadows


bloody brilliant, these lines. the power of fire, undisputed in its rage, yet so thoroughly intangible as the wind that coaxes it to play.

8:57 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

"fire! i bid you to burn"

fire is passion and this piece reflects that fact. the crackle of the words match the sound of kindling wood burning.

10:27 AM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

This one here's a masterpiece. ^_^ I was particularly blown away by the 5th, 7th and 8th stanzas. (These lines definitely bring out the wordsmith in you. Bravo, dear.)

3:23 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

blue rogue - Indeed. Like a living thing - breathing, eating and unleashing energy.

cocaine jesus - The smell of kindling burning... my favorite on a stormy night.

soulless - You are too kind. Fire's a remarkably easy topic to write on. Words just flow...

5:07 PM  
Blogger Prat said...

loved this piece, in particular:
"She of the recklessness..."
wonderful..like being drunk in happiness.

4:35 AM  
Blogger Aaki said...

I thought of the song "Suzanne" by Leonard Cohen. Perhaps, only a woman like her, or Aphrodite could be so beautiful. Hm, fire? Maybe. :) Its turned out quite lovely, though.

9:09 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

prat - Drunk on happiness... the best kind I should think.

aaki - I don't know that song, but I think I'd take Suzanne over Aphrodite. The latter being of the petty nature.

1:15 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

"Like a Heat Wave" (oldies song) I was drawn back to your pulsing, passionate, PRIMO, poem! MMMMMM! I've now read it several times. FANTASTIC!

(Last time I forgot to tell you that "GEL" is the name I use on another blog of mine.) When I commented earlier, I looked at my tiny sunrise photo afterwards which has firery in its name, but if I had read your smouldering poem before shooting that sunrise, my hands would not have been steady!

11:12 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

**silvermOOn** - "Like a Heat Wave" sounds familiar. Quick - how does it go!?

I knew it was you. I've been to your other site, though it seems you post all your material on the main one. Probably time for a trip back!

Your sunrise photo is magnetic. Who knows, maybe shaking hands would've added to the artistic quality. Either way, thank you!

1:17 AM  

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